chaos/greed/esteem issues are beneath the fabricated surface....
in my personal opinion becoming something other than who you are to fit in with the crowd is a form of selling your soul..you never really can "trust", or "love" someone; this place changes ppl....
I appreciate ur feedback newbeginnings; I hate it here............ as messed up as it sounds, part of me wants the world to end..because whether or not you engage with the rest of the world; there's a sense of imprisonment disguised as a masquerade....this place is fake as hell; and I'm fed up with it....
Perception makes a difference. Some days I feel like you describe, and others, I feel hope...
I feel the same existential pull that you do, it seems... Some of my poems reflect that. I've been feeling positively about things lately, so I'm sure that shows too